Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Camilla POV
June 30th 2020
Baton Rouge
June passed quickly, and honestly, there was nothing I could comment on about it - it went exactly the way I had thought it was going to go. On our last day of school, I was paid even less attention to, and everyone was applauding Clyde on the success of his football game, as Captain, the night before, absolutely thrashing the New Orleans Bears, scoring 37 of the 62 points that we accumulated, versus their menial 28. It was a great win, and one he was especially proud of. He was clapped on the back by every other person on his team, as well as our coach, and he even got a kiss from each of the cheerleaders, much to their boyfriend's chagrin.
We had finished our ACT and SAT examinations, and we would be mailed our results to our new address in Madison, Wisconsin. Our dad had already sorted out a place in Madison High for both Clyde and I, and once we were settled in, we would have to undergo an initial induction test, which would decide which classes would best suit our skill set.
Contrary to what you would assume, even though Clyde was, in fact, a meat headed jock, he still had brains, and he used them to his advantage; he had been taking chemistry and calculus this past year, and would continue to do so as AP classes, in Wisconsin, whereas I was more introverted, and resorted to reading a lot more than Clyde did, and therefore my skills were a little.. Broader in selection. I had decided to take on music, Spanish and English Literature headfirst, and came out on top, unlike many of my fellow peers, if you could call them such.
I enjoyed courses like history, but, here, I wouldn't have ever taken it as a class, because the teachers, although qualified, lacked the spark it took to enthral and inspire me as an individual - that's why I drew a lot. It took my mind off of my situation, and I was able to escape to a place of my own creation, it was my nirvana, my heaven, and I wouldn't offer it up to anyone. Clyde had called a cab for us, as he had to sell his Jeep, on the premise that our pops would buy him a new car, with the imbursement money the company was contractually obligated to provide him with, as a form of incentive, so that he would accept the job.
He was given three hundred thousand dollars, after tax of course, as a lump sum of cash, and that had nothing on his annual salary that was closer to half a million, every single year. We were more than content with that amount of money, as a matter of fact, Clyde damn near shit himself when our dad first told us about it, given the fact that that kind of money was the type that Clyde dreamt about, and now it was becoming a reality. So as expected, he was excited. No that's an understatement, it was more like he entire drive home, he was all antsy and energized, babbling on about how wonderful our little adventure was going to be, and I couldn't help but simply watch him as he tunnelled on.
His vibrant green eyes were wide and animated, flaring with emotion with every word he spoke, and I could tell that he was excited, and I guess I kind of fed off of his exuberant energy, and by the time we arrived back at the house, now bare and practically empty, as all of our belongings, that we didn't sell on as they weren't necessities were hefted into the back of two large U-Haul trucks that were parked in our front yard. These particular trucks were going to make the sixteen-hour drive to drop off and set up, our belongings in Madison, while we caught a plane there the following day, around half past nine that Saturday morning.
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It was strange, glancing around the room, and finding everything vacant as the day you moved in; of which I couldn't even remember if I wanted to, as I hadn't been born when my parents made this place their home. We were fortunate enough to find a generous buyer, and because they had bought the place, rather than taking out a mortgage and renting the residence, my dad had the contracts to sell the place to whoever he wants. They were moving in a few days after we had planned to leave, and I wished the family of three the best of luck. Clyde and I were in the kitchen, him sitting on the sideboard, and me, cross-legged, on the floor, with our pops on the phone to our mother in the living room.
Yikes, that's a conversation I wouldn't want to be a part of.
"You okay, mon cher? You seem a little quiet," Clyde asked, his mouth, half-full of the cheesy, mozzarella pizza that had been delivered not moments ago, and I swirled a potato wedge in the splodge of ketchup that was sitting in the cardboard box, clearly not hungry. I sighed, and answered, truthfully, "I'm jus' a little nervous, I guess, Clyde, I mean, it's a new city, full of new people. What the hell am I supposed to do wit' that?"
He gave me a levelled stare , his lips slick with grease, and replied, earnestly, "Listen, the way I look at it is this: Pops wouldn't have got this job if there was no reason for it, so instead of questionin' everythin', I'm jus' gonna go wit' the flow," and gave me a Cheshire cat grin. He added, "Either way, cher, jus' eat somethin' otherwise you'll freak me out, m'kay?"
I nodded, briefly, before taking a large bite out of a slice of pizza, smirking as I did so. I heard the door close behind us, and I saw my dad walk back into the kitchen, a cantankerous streak in his eyes, and a hunch in his back that could only mean one thing. I sighed, and looked up at him, before muttering, "Mom actin' up again?," and rolled my eyes at his small nod. Clyde sighed, deeply, and said, bitterly, "Doesn't she have other shit to worry about?"
My dad hissed, sharply, and reprimanded Clyde quickly, "Hey! None of that, Clyde, she's your mama, at the end of the day," and cuffed him lightly, at the back of his head. Even I blanched at his terminology, but I shared the sentiment - she really should have had other shit to worry about, because she was in New York City, and not here anymore. I get that she has the right to know that her kids are moving states, but still, she shouldn't have gotten dad in such a tizzy.
Clyde grimaced, and amended, hurriedly, "Alright, pops, I get it. She's jus'.. She works on my nerves sometimes," and at my daddy's light growl, he added, hastily, "I know she's my mama, but still, pops, she shouldn't start callin' and askin' to talk to us, like she ain't the one who left a year and a half ago," and he promptly crossed his arms across his broad chest, and my dad and him shared an intense look, before our daddy sighed, and said, "I know.. I know, kiddo, it's jus' hard to tell her to leave us alone, 'cus she is still your mama."
I rubbed the back of my head, awkwardly, and felt my stomach clench in a way that I didn't like, one bit. It made me uncomfortable to think that my daddy may still be hung up on our mama, because, honestly, the divorce came up out of thin air - we still don't know why she left, but I don't really care to find out. It's touchy subject for everyone involved, and I really didn't like seeing my daddy so upset.
Coughing, to gain his attention, and succeeding, I held out a piece of steaming pizza, and his eyes shone with gratitude over the subject change, as did Clyde's, and we went back to being the normal family that we were before; eating and laughing together, telling stories about the house itself, and eventually, one by one, we dropped off to sleep, me being the last to do so, as I was so uneasy. I didn't really know when, but eventually I fell asleep, and I was thankful for the initial reprieve, however the dream that swarmed me was one to not be fucked with.
*Dream sequence*
I found myself walking aimlessly down a fog-addled, empty, dead silent road, with nothing behind, nor in front of me, and a strange muffling sensation deep in the crevices of my stomach. Something that bordered on anticipation, but lacked the anxiousness that I should have felt. Ore than anything, I was just excited, and I had no reason why I should feel such a way. It wasn't like I hadn't already assumed this was a dream anyway. I was dressed in the finest of fur, draped over my thin shoulders, and pristine white, contrasting with the sleek black dress that hugged my curves, and fell in the middle of my thighs, a pair of high, stiletto heels were on my feet, however I felt as though I were walking on nothing but clouds.
Just out of ear shot, I could hear the sound of running - not the rustling of clothes or the short inhalations of breath but the sound of feet, falling against the tarmac in quick succession. I felt my heart lurch sharply in my chest, a sudden wave of apprehension overtaking my body, however no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move any faster, even though I tried, it was like I was wading through a body of thick oil or water, and I couldn't move my legs any faster, and it was driving me crazy.
A whisper shot through the air, "I can see you..", and I cried out, fearfully into the chilling air, and felt the fog settle in on my skin. "I'm coming for you..," the voice becoming increasingly louder, pumping my heart faster and faster in my chest, until it felt like a jackhammer drilling a wide hole in my chest.
"Leave me alone!," I wanted to scream into the air, but my mouth was seared shut, and I found that I couldn't even divert from the track that I was following, although it didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, the fog still as thick as it had been when I first came to be here. I couldn't find a way to break whatever spell had been cast over me, and I felt tears prick at my eyes, sharply. "Don't be scared, I've got you.. I'm coming for you," the voice was becoming clearer and clearer by the moment, and I could unmistakably label this voice as a males, and it was deep. Deep in tone and pitch, as well as the atmosphere that followed it.
"Stop running from me, I'm coming for you," it said, and I almost, almost, complied, however I was running - well, not so much running, but you understand what I mean - on instinct. The tight, encasing sensation that cordoned off my being was becoming increasingly tighter, and more uncomfortable. I felt a dark aura seep and poison the atmosphere behind me, and I felt my eyes widen, exponentially, as I sensed something akin to genuine fear seep into my very bones, and a deep, sinister chuckle was the only answer I received in response. Upon hearing this laugh, it was like my body went into shutdown mode, and I felt my spine straighten out, sharply, and the muscles in my legs tense up. He chuckled, once more, and stated, "Running away ain't gon' do you any good, sugar."
I refused to turn around, I couldn't do it, it was like if I did, the magic of this whole scenario would have been ruined. It didn't make it any better that the faceless, nameless man traced the curve of my spine with his fingers, and tugged at my waist, pressing my back against his well-defined chest. His hand continued down the curve of my waist, and tightened at my pelvis, pressing me harder against him, and pressing a light kiss on the crown of my head, before inhaling, deeply, and I shivered at the notion. He sighed, "I'll be seein' ya soon, sugar."
And with a light tap on my side, he pushed me, lightly, away, and stepped back, before announcing, somewhat loudly, and causing me to jump halfway out of my skin, "I cannot wait to see you in person, Darlin', but until then, I bid you adieu."
And before I was even able to think of an appropriate response, the sound rushed back into my ears, and before I could move a muscle, the sound of a screeching car was heard rapidly approaching my back, and it hit me. The air was forced out my lungs, and time slowed down by half of a second. I could feel each vertebrae in my back dislocate, like the flimsy bones that they were, and the scream tore its way from my throat without my permission.
The bones in the back of my thighs shattered, and I jolted forward, yet just a split second before my limp body could pummel to the ground, my eyes snapped open, and I was back in my living room, swamped in between my still snoozing father and twin brother, my chest heaving, and tears having already fallen from my eyes. My breathing was quick and short-winded, making my vision blurry, and my body coated in a thick sheen of sweat. I whispered, into the quiet of the room, "Jesus," and felt the rays of the morning sun fall into my vision.
Cullen's don't make an appearance until chapter 8, but this introduction if necessary for this story. Thank you! R&R!